EMMA'S POV
Lily's couch is not comfortable.
I've been awake since five, staring at the ceiling while the girls sleep in the borrowed pack-n-play beside me. Lily's apartment is small, warm, full of the kind of clutter that means someone actually lives here. It's the opposite of the penthouse, and I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse.
My phone lights up. A text from Dominic at three twenty-two AM.
*I resigned.*
Two words. I read them four times.
I type back: *What?*
No response. He's probably asleep.
I'm not.
I pick up Sophia when she starts fussing, settle her against my chest, and sit by the window watching the city wake up. She grabs my finger and holds it like she has opinions about this whole situation. Maybe she does.
Lily appears at seven, already dressed, carr
